Nothing had ever felt so right as a slow, smokey whimper muffled against the slope of his shoulder. Her lips dragged lazily as the rhythm of their bodies slipped into a steady, expressive song.

Smoothing hands down his back she could feel the momentum of their love scale to heights she had not yet been. It was almost too much, yet she found herself selfishly wanting more. This kind of adoration was unfamiliar to her.

Moving her lips back to his, she kissed him hard, feeding the explosive addiction of need and lust greedily.